Mi Reflejo
So there has been a lot of inner reflecting as of late. Part of it is because I'm questioning why it is that I'm not married at my age *28 years YOUNG* and partly because others are questioning.
I'm in this phase in my life, where I've shedded that "I'm too shy to mack to that guy" to "fuck that, I've got to have that dude". I'm more sure of myself. More comfortable in my own skin. And I'm definitely reaping the benefits. I've met a lot of dudes just by simply making eye contact. Whereas, a month ago, I would look as if I didn't even want to be there in the first place.
I guess, in someways, it's good to be my age. I've come along way from that timid but obnoxious girl who pushed men away because they were getting to close. I'm now finally opening my heart.
So what REALLY brings on this yearning to open my heart? His name is Damian. And believe it or not, he is FROM IRELAND. Yes, I'm having a long distance relationship with a live Irishmen. His accent cracks me up as I'm not completely use to it. It's like I have my very own Colin Farrell. The boy curses up a storm and you can bet he's in a pub every damn night.
*sigh* He calls me everynight. I'm scared to see his phone bill. But I love talking to him. He keeps me on my toes. Few men have been able to do that. And he's so into me. I don't even feel men in Texas GET me the way he does.
Today he asked if I would like to come to Ireland for New Years. All expense paid. I don't think I'm *that* ready so I asked him to come to my turf... atleast meet me in South Beach... that way I can kill two birds with one stone.
So that's it. I'm just enjoying the single life. I'm enjoying life. *smiles*
I'm in this phase in my life, where I've shedded that "I'm too shy to mack to that guy" to "fuck that, I've got to have that dude". I'm more sure of myself. More comfortable in my own skin. And I'm definitely reaping the benefits. I've met a lot of dudes just by simply making eye contact. Whereas, a month ago, I would look as if I didn't even want to be there in the first place.
I guess, in someways, it's good to be my age. I've come along way from that timid but obnoxious girl who pushed men away because they were getting to close. I'm now finally opening my heart.
So what REALLY brings on this yearning to open my heart? His name is Damian. And believe it or not, he is FROM IRELAND. Yes, I'm having a long distance relationship with a live Irishmen. His accent cracks me up as I'm not completely use to it. It's like I have my very own Colin Farrell. The boy curses up a storm and you can bet he's in a pub every damn night.
*sigh* He calls me everynight. I'm scared to see his phone bill. But I love talking to him. He keeps me on my toes. Few men have been able to do that. And he's so into me. I don't even feel men in Texas GET me the way he does.
Today he asked if I would like to come to Ireland for New Years. All expense paid. I don't think I'm *that* ready so I asked him to come to my turf... atleast meet me in South Beach... that way I can kill two birds with one stone.
So that's it. I'm just enjoying the single life. I'm enjoying life. *smiles*